From: Alfred Lehmberg <Lehmberg@snowhill.com> Date: Wed, 11 Feb 1998 04:57:35 -0600 Fwd Date: Wed, 11 Feb 1998 08:32:48 -0500 Subject: Alfred's Odd Ode #222 Apology to MW #222 (For February 11, 1998) In each of us lies a potential for power, beyond all our reach, and of course, beyond grasp. It is in this pure conscious we cower denying the fact of this power to our last charmless gasp. It's why tested faith can move mountains of mountains, while common faith just puts you on your knees, and the whispers of the ancients go unheeded in that folly, and your trust is uncontesting in prevaricating breeze. With soul sold to hard science, to exclusion of the *false*, the rut is plain, and would explain our graceless, soulless waltz. We are jealous of our turf and repel the odd incursion that we justify might push us from our *spot*. We pronounce on this indifference in the treatment of our fellows who could flatly go to hell as quick as not. And it's 'cause we're so damn many, cut in half we're still too many, and we breed, and= plan, and suffer without end. Respect is parceled out to quell the fear we'd do without -- how some are faking cohorts, chums, and friends. The mainstream skies are quiet, and the press is on a diet of our William's errant pee pee, plain we see. All things remaining equal, I can find it far less feeble to support a fellow human =85 gets it up like you and me (g).= The obverse is a curse, who can't or won't while being terse, is the person that's revolted by their glands. Take my choice between the two, and Willy wins again, brave crew; he'll be the one to love sweet life, eschewing= crimes that _others_ do. Bush and Reagan got it up (?), and monkeys fly from Trent Lott's butt (!); they were bitter with their gonads withered, dry, and shriveled up. I'll= take a man still vital though he dally just a trifle. If true it was consensual= so detraction is just spiteful. Bill didn't take your mother's money, like the Reagan/Bush bunch did -- them whose balls are dry and self detested. Bill= has steered to center like elitists never do, and that is true, and documented= -- uncontested. Some say the other countries of this spinning blue white globe are laughing up their sleeves at Uncle Sam. Well, I submit it's much, much worse. It is, in fact, the universe that's laughing hard enough to beat the band. Our morality's a joke that is writ to make poor folk _quiver_ 'neath the lashes of their guilt. Their lives then spent in toil, they are boiled in culture's oil, then buried out of sight in toxic silt. All of this and more is surely hiding in the shadow of William's surly= member now presented, freshly used? As it sways and sates its hungers space born watchers watch hate mongers, then retreat from an encounter that might bring them into view. The lights in velvet skies and the perils of our Earth, somehow driven far away to miss its thrust? Gone are silent greys, the vicious reps, and wishful nords; seemingly in terror of the thunder of its lust? In its shadow lights still dance, strange enigmas of weird chance, and the multiverse's maw still yawns and beckons. But we would rather stew regarding who puts what in who=85 -- and that is what we _are_, you think or reckon? Lehmberg@snowhill.com I don't think so. It's certainly not what _I_ am! The whole of the universe, undreamed of and immune to narrow band speculation, stretches out before us like an unknown gel of un-guessed at physics. Truth in fantasy, fantasy in truth, where mind, matter, and= movement meld into rhythmic cosmic convolutions of just-might-be's, and that's-been-done's. Out there =85 where it's no surprise that reality is a multiverse of surprises because =85 because truly, reality goes on and on= into an amount of raw space that allows, in probability (math folks inform), ANYTHING to happen. Anything _can_ happen. Anything that _can_ happen has a _propensity_ for happening. We live in that space where anything can happen. Anything can happen right _here_. Anything is happening! Anything! Ok -- now all of that and much, much more can be pushed aside, and ignored because, worse case(!), one aging lothario had consensual sex with one of= his organizational groupies? It's beyond laughable, moronically tragic, off= task, and off the mark. Why are we so willing to exchange healthy exploration for lurid, and pointless, inquisition? You _know_ why! It is because there are _some_ who, for convenient and self serving reasons, do not want to perform the healthy exploration and _distract_ from it with the lurid inquisition! Free John Ford! ~~~ Explore the Alien View? http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/arecibo/46/ "I cleave the heavens, and soar to the infinite. What others see from afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, while burning at the fundamentalist's stake, a victim of lurid inquisition. =B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1= =B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1= =B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1 Government or Social Harassment REPORT - Presently, "ZERO" Personal HARASSMENT; however, the harassment index is infinite for each of us. Consider the wattles righteously waggling on your landed bluenose.
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